I am the Grumpus

That's all I really have to say at this particular juncture. Suffice it to say that I apologize for not writing, as I had completely forgotten about this poor blog for several weeks, perhaps months, until I noticed the link on my Facebook page, and sort of hung my head. Though, to be fair, things have been going substantially better in my life, which does not excuse the fact that I am not writing - or reading - nearly as much as I should be, but it IS somewhat nice to know that I am not slacking on writing because I'm being lazy. In fact, the opposite is closer to truth. I have been home so infrequently in the past 2 months that I wonder sometimes why I pay rent here. Don't worry about my title, "The Grumpus." I will explain it all a bit later, when it isn't 2:30 in the morning, and when I am feeling less grumpy about things. Tomorrow evening, perhaps. That sounds like a great idea. I will talk to you tomorrow, World.

        -Richard

QOTD:
"Does it break my heart, of course, every moment of every day, into more pieces than my heart was made of, I never thought of myself as quiet, much less silent, I never thought about things at all, everything changed, the distance that wedged itself between me and my happiness wasn't the world, it wasn't the bombs and burning buildings, it was me, my thinking, the cancer of never letting go, is ignorance bliss, I don't know, but it's so painful to think, and tell me, what did thinking ever do for me, to what great place did thinking ever bring me? I think and think and think, I've thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it." - Jonathan Safran Foer.